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Brothels, man, they’re like a piledriver to the soul. Ya walk in, all pumped up, but then - bam! - reality hits. Some dudes cry after, swear to God. Seen it myself, brother, made me mad as hell. Why ya payin’ to feel like crap? But then, other times, it’s all high-fives and beers. Like, “We’re all just animals, brother!” Straight outta Lars’ flick - chaos, beauty, mess. I dig the hustle, tho. Girls runnin’ the show, flippin’ the script. That surprises me every time, brother!

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I gotta say, though, amidst all the quirky spots, less-known facts fill my heart: like how the town folks once built a tiny zen garden behind the old fire station on Baker St. It’s my secret remedy when I'm stressed. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one who sees beauty in the mundane—but ain’t that the truth? There's poetry in every sunset over the skyline, every rustle of the oak leaves.

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